Jack Beck Poems

The beauty of the begin has been destroyed all the natives had fled,
Wild animals tamed and farmed so that you could be fed,
You realise to late the mistakes have been made what a shame what a pity,
You gave the animals no choice forced them into your city,
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Her beauty striking so divine,
She is truly striking simply divine,
This desire burns to make her mine,
Mine to kiss and mine to hold,
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